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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.