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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.