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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.