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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
AZ,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.