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 Syria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Names,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.