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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.