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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.