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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.