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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Nas,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.