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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.