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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.