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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.