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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.