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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.