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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.