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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.