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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.