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 Oman 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.