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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.