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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.