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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.