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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.