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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.