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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.