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 China and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Organ,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.