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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.