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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Mars,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.