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 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.