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 Chile 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.