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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Japan,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.