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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.