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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.