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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.