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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.