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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.