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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.