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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.