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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.