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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.