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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.