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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.