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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
DNA,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.