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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.