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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.