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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.