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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.