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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.