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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.