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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.