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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.