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 Denmark and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.