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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.