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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.