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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shoche 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.