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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 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 Tears for Fears 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Nico,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Index,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.