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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.