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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.