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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.