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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Aswad,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.