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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.