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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.