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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.