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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.