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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.