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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Arcadia 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.