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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.