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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.