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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.