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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.