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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.