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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.