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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.