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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.