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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.