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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.