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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.