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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.