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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.