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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 808 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.