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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
10cc,
Mars,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.