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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.