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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.