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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.