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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.