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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
X-101,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Television,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.