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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.