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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.