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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.