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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.