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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.