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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Can,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.