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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.