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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.