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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Busters,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.