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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.