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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.