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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.