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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.