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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Magma,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.