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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Make Up,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.