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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.