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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Organ,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.