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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.