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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.