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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.