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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.