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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.