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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Slave,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.