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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.