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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Slave,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.