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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.