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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.