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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.