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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.