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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.