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 Italy and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.