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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.