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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.