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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.