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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.