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 China and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
John Holt,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.