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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 ABC to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.