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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.