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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.