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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Smog,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.