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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.