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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.