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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.