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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
June Days,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
X-101,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.