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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.