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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.