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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.