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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.