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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Pole,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.