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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Aswad to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.