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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.