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 India and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.