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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Cameo,
June Days,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.