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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.