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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.