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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.