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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.