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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
UT,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.