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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.