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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.