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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.