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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.