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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.