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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.