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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
PIL,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.