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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.