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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.