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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.