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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
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.