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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.