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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
DNA,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Faust,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.