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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.