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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.