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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.