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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Television,
Skarface,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.