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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.