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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Index,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.