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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.