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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Monks,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.