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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.