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 Kazakhstan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.