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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.