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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.