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 India and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.