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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Index,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.