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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.