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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.