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 India and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.