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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.