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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.