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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.