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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Swans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.