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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
UT,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.