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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.