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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.