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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.