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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.