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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Wings,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.