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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.