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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.