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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.