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 Niger and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.