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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.