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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.