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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.