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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.