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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.