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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.