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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Toasters,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.