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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Japan,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.