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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.