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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Scion,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.