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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.