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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.