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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.