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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.