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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Darondo,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.