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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.