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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.