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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.