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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.