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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.