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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Move,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.