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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.