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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.