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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.