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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.