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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.