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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Fear,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.