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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.