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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.