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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.