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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.