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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.