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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.