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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Japan,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.