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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.