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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.