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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.