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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.