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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.