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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Can,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.