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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.