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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.