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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.