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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.