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 Egypt 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.