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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.