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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Skaos,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.