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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.