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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Gong,
New Order,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.