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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.