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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.