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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.