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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.