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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.