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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Scion,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.