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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.