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 Colombia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.