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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.