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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.