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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.