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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.