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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.