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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.