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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.