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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.