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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.