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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Zapp,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.