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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Joe Finger 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.