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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.