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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Monks,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.