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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.