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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.