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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.