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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.