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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.