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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.