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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.