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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
June of 44,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.