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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
UT,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.