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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.