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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.