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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.