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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.