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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.