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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.