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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.