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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.