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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The J.B.'s 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.