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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.