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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.