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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.