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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Smog,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.