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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.