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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
MDC,
This Heat,
ABBA,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.