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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 güiro 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 Nas 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.