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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.