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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.