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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.