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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.