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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.