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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Technova,
Ronan,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.