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 Israel 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.