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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.