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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.