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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.