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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.