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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Magazine,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.