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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
X-101,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.