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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Japan,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.