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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Can,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.