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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Martian to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.