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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.