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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.