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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.