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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.