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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.