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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.