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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.