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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Pagans,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.