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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.