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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.