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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
MC5,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.