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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.