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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.