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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.