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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.