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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.