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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
MDC,
The Evens,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.