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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.