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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.