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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.