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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.