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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.