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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.