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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.