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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.