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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.