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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.