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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.