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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.