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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.