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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Swans,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.