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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Wire,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.