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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.