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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 June Days to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.