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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.