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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.