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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.