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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.