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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.