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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.