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 Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Urselle,
AZ,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.