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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.