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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Monks,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.