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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.