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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.