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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.