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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.