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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.