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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.