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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.