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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.