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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.