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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.