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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.