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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Hoover,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.