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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.