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 Russia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.