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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.