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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.