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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.