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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.