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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.