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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.