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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.