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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Index,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.