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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.