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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.