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 Argentina and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.