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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
10cc,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.