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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.