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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.