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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Franke,
Can,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.