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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.