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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.