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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Make Up,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The Names,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.