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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.