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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.