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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.