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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.