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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Franke,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.