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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
DNA,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.