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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.