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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Organ,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.