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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.