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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.