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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fear,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.