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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.