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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Moebius,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.