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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.