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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Japan,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.