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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.