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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Move,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.