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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.