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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.