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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.