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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.