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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Doors,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.