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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.