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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.