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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.