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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
the Association,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.