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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.