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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Gong,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.