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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.