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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.