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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.