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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Can,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Nico,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.