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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.