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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.