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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.