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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.