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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.