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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.