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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.