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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.