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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.