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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.