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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.