Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.