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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.