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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.