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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.