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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.