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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.