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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.