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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Little Man 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.