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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.