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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.