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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.