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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Q65,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.