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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
MDC,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.