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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.