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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.