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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.