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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.