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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.