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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.