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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.