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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
New Order,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.