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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.