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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.