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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.