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 Austria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.