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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.