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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.