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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.