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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Japan,
a-ha,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.