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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Lalann,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
AZ,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.