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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.