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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.