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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.