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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Moebius,
10cc,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Wings,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.