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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.