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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.