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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Index,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.