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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.