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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.