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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.