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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.