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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.