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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.