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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.