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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.