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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.