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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.