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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.