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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.