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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.