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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Nas,
New Order,
Technova,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.