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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.