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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.