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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.