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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.