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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.