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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.