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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
PIL,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.