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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.