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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.