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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.