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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.