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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.