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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Nico,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.