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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.