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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.