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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.