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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.