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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.