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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.