Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.

All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Electric Light Orchestra, Scrapy, The Wake, The Birthday Party, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Blackbyrds, James Chance & The Contortions, David Axelrod, Theoretical Girls, L. Decosne, John Holt, Scott Walker, New Age Steppers, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Fifty Foot Hose, DeepChord presents Echospace, Drexciya, Bobby Hutcherson, Chrome, Clear Light, Jimmy McGriff, Excepter, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Jesper Dahlbäck, The United States of America, The Residents, Louis and Bebe Barron, Cymande, Negative Approach, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, a-ha, The Dirtbombs, Maleditus Sound, Robert Hood, Dorothy Ashby, Tubeway Army, Talk Talk, Graham Central Station, Y Pants, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rosa Yemen, Gichy Dan, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Minnie Riperton, Pussy Galore, Subhumans, Loose Ends, Banda Bassotti, Soft Machine, The J.B.'s, B.T. Express, London Community Gospel Choir, Dual Sessions, Jacob Miller, Little Man, Lyres, Quantec, Amon Düül, The Trojans, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, the Association, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)