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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.