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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.