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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scion,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.