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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.