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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.