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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.