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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.