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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.