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 Poland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.