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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.