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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.