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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.