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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.