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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smooth to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.