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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.