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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.