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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.