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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.