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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.