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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Mars,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.