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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Model 500,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.