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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.