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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.