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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.