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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.